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The sky was thick which smoke. Chocking, burning, grey clouds were everywhere as the town of Bassellio burned. The Norrian had gone farther south than normal. With fifty miles between the Mountains of Nore and Bassellio, it was a unwanted surprise when the two northern sentrytowers' soldiers started sounding the horns, and the townsfolk looked to see a black clad army, torches burning and catapults rolling, moving in from the north. The northern most villages of the Northland humans had already been sacked, and the garrison at Bassellio was the next target of the Necromancers of Norria.
The fighting had been raging for nearly four hours. Building a blaze, towers crumbling, and armored trooped clashing within the streets. The civilians had either tooken up arms of tried to flee. Those who fled died from the sharpshooters....
Black armored troops of the Nore, well trained, battle-hardened humans, were fighting both the chainmail covered garrison of Bassellio and the leather and cloth protected militia. Blood flowed through the streets, bodies were everywhere. Flames burned their armor and skin, while the smell of smoke and burning flesh ate at their lungs. not even the plains surrounding the town could be seen through the deadly smog.
Ramon could barely struggle. Surronded by a squadron of the Nore, he and only three of his squad had reach the rear gate of the town. The rest of the garrison still fought far within the town, as flaming boulders were falling into the town from Norrian catapults. His brother, Melesion, had parted with him with half a dozen men.
He isn't here! Where the hell are you dear brother, Ramon thought as he finished parting the head from one of his enemies. One of his men fell soon after, but took three enemies with him as flames showered them.
Ramon could hear yelling, and thought he saw a figure in the smoke, just before a building collapsed taking both of his other men and all of the Norrian. As he rose from the rubble, one final Norrian troop was standing before him.
Ramon instantly threw his sword up into his opponents chest. But as soon as the black armored soldier fell, a sword flew into Ramon's throat. As the blood started too pour from his throat, Ramon's eyes looked up to see Melesion holding the hilt of the sword, with tears flowing as he realized his mistake....